I was looking at it and rage was filling my heart. My memories were those of a devil's. What I saw were evilish deeds and devils on fire.What she saw was a butterfly, beautiful. I don't know what else she saw but it was comforting for a moment.
The colors in the sky changed and the story continued. The devil's has no favorite color and it was getting uglier by the moment, with each ugly thing it does. The day is ending and I am waiting for tomorrows disaster, what's going to happen inside my head.She was content the day is over and slept with optimism looking forward to the next day, another happy day. I realized that heaven and hell is what we imagine. Our mind and our imagination is what chooses whether we go to heaven or hell.